I decided to go with the Halloween costume a little earlier today. I have the Stargate point of origin on my forehead, my camo bandana on my hair, a black shirt and green pants (in honor of the fact that they're military and they're ALWAYS wearing BDU's exactly that way, except that my shirt has little lines on it) and a chain to fill in for dogtags.
I also have STAR on one cheek and GATE on the other. Not backwards! Finally got it right!
Oh, and my eyes have some serious mascara and eyeliner going on.
In other words, on any other day of the year, I would look like a freaking lunatic, but since it's Halloween, I only stick out a little bit. Although you should see the double takes people are doing when they see me.
I can't wait to see Brandon's face when he sees me like this...
Talk to you all later-think I'm going to walk around and scare some more people.
Cheers,
Bec
30.10.07
Paper's Done And In. Time To Do MORE Homework.
Yes, that dratted paper is away in the hands of the professor. Finally finished it about 4 this afternoon...and then I worked on some MORE homework to try and catch up from all the time I spent working on just the one thing.
Have to do laundry tomorrow because I've been neglecting that as well.
Hopefully by tomorrow night I will have all of my assignments for the rest of the week completed and I can breeze through life like a leaf on the wind. At least until Monday when it all starts again.
But now I KNOW the NEXT one is going to be bad, so I'll get started EARLIER so that I finish it on TIME.
Famous last words.
Tomorrow's Halloween. One of my friends is hosting a party and if I go, I am going as Rabid Stargate Fan, mostly because I have nothing else to dress up in.
Hey, it's better than the old, "I'm going as a poor college kid" routine. That never flies.
I'm feeling sort of drained, so I think I'll close this one out. Tomorrow I won't have to work on that paper, and that alone makes it start out better than this day.
Cheers,
Bec
Have to do laundry tomorrow because I've been neglecting that as well.
Hopefully by tomorrow night I will have all of my assignments for the rest of the week completed and I can breeze through life like a leaf on the wind. At least until Monday when it all starts again.
But now I KNOW the NEXT one is going to be bad, so I'll get started EARLIER so that I finish it on TIME.
Famous last words.
Tomorrow's Halloween. One of my friends is hosting a party and if I go, I am going as Rabid Stargate Fan, mostly because I have nothing else to dress up in.
Hey, it's better than the old, "I'm going as a poor college kid" routine. That never flies.
I'm feeling sort of drained, so I think I'll close this one out. Tomorrow I won't have to work on that paper, and that alone makes it start out better than this day.
Cheers,
Bec
29.10.07
Paper's Due Tomorrow And I'm Talking Funny
There aren't enough cuss words in enough languages to express my distaste for my paper. Even Muse's little ode to the F-word isn't going to cover it.
I've made progress, yeah. Question 1 is finished, Question 2 needs another hour of work, Question 3 is 4 definitions and a hand grenade from being blown apart, along with the rest of the paper, and don't even ask about Question 4.
Probably some really concentrated effort (read this as: No Internet connection to my computer) would get me done fairly late tonight, but I think I'll crash earlier so that I can get up early and pound the damn thing to pieces.
Hopefully by tomorrow morning at 11 I'll be able to send the little f-word b-word off to the professor. And I WOULD take the rest of the day off, except that (hee hee) I have math homework AND four stories to read, three to review. THEN the rest of the week is mine.
By the way, I got caught at another British-ism today. I was going on about my paper to this guy, (who coincidentally is going to pull an all-nighter to finish his) but I was saying that this paper was taking the mickey out of me.
He called me on it, saying he'd never heard it before. It means that it was wearing me out, and I explained this...and then realized I had done it again. British English jumping into my Midwestern dialect.
I am blaming Muse for this one. I've been listening to their interviews from different countries and stuff while on my breaktime from The Paper, and they're all British, and so you can probably guess where it came from this time.
It doesn't help that I've heard Matt Bellamy's voice more this month than my own mother's, but Mum's not cheap to call with the phone card and he's free to hear on Youtube all the time, so there.
I did it again. It's in my subconscious. Next thing you know I'll be spelling check as cheque, and lever as louver, and eating Marmite (no, I don't know what that is, but apparently it's some sort of spread made with olives and Matt Bellamy has stated loudly that he HATES it with a passion. Which means I'm going to HAVE to try it, if only to find out if I side with the drummer (who loves the stuff) or the lead singer.)
Hey, at least it's not Vegemite. Wait, that's Australia...
I should get back to working on my paper, but I'm taking an hour off. After that difficult math test I think I deserve a little break here.
Gotta go-Heroes starts in 45 minutes (YAY)
Cheerio (dash it all) (look, I can't stop! I can't stop!)
Bec
I've made progress, yeah. Question 1 is finished, Question 2 needs another hour of work, Question 3 is 4 definitions and a hand grenade from being blown apart, along with the rest of the paper, and don't even ask about Question 4.
Probably some really concentrated effort (read this as: No Internet connection to my computer) would get me done fairly late tonight, but I think I'll crash earlier so that I can get up early and pound the damn thing to pieces.
Hopefully by tomorrow morning at 11 I'll be able to send the little f-word b-word off to the professor. And I WOULD take the rest of the day off, except that (hee hee) I have math homework AND four stories to read, three to review. THEN the rest of the week is mine.
By the way, I got caught at another British-ism today. I was going on about my paper to this guy, (who coincidentally is going to pull an all-nighter to finish his) but I was saying that this paper was taking the mickey out of me.
He called me on it, saying he'd never heard it before. It means that it was wearing me out, and I explained this...and then realized I had done it again. British English jumping into my Midwestern dialect.
I am blaming Muse for this one. I've been listening to their interviews from different countries and stuff while on my breaktime from The Paper, and they're all British, and so you can probably guess where it came from this time.
It doesn't help that I've heard Matt Bellamy's voice more this month than my own mother's, but Mum's not cheap to call with the phone card and he's free to hear on Youtube all the time, so there.
I did it again. It's in my subconscious. Next thing you know I'll be spelling check as cheque, and lever as louver, and eating Marmite (no, I don't know what that is, but apparently it's some sort of spread made with olives and Matt Bellamy has stated loudly that he HATES it with a passion. Which means I'm going to HAVE to try it, if only to find out if I side with the drummer (who loves the stuff) or the lead singer.)
Hey, at least it's not Vegemite. Wait, that's Australia...
I should get back to working on my paper, but I'm taking an hour off. After that difficult math test I think I deserve a little break here.
Gotta go-Heroes starts in 45 minutes (YAY)
Cheerio (dash it all) (look, I can't stop! I can't stop!)
Bec
28.10.07
Industrial Waste and Molding Pumpkins
It was bitter, it was stringy, and it had an aroma like industrial waste. I could have sworn I was swallowing toxic chemicals that were going to seep into my body and turn me into a mutant...if only it would give me the superpowers I wanted (invisibility, superslime, the power to win over people with my charming smile...)
I won't be eating the Lime Shrimp Ramen again. Ever. I'm still trying to get the smell out of here (ah, the smell of industrial waste in the morning...toxic chemicals to knock my boring old human genetics out the window and turn me into the next Peter Petrelli. Or give me three arms. It'd be a talking point, anyway.)
On the other fronts, our Halloween pumpkin out front ain't gonna make it to Halloween. It's moldy and has become a health hazard, especially if it stays where it is for too much longer.
I have all kinds of ideas for getting rid of it. I say we should chuck it off the side of one of the buildings and watch it fly, or even the bridge. We'd probably get arrested for some silly violation, but it'd be fun.
Can you imagine: Me in jail for chucking a pumpkin into the river...
Here's an idea: We should get a CATAPULT and launch it over the river at Haas Fine Arts; watch it go whizzing over the treetops and then SPLORT right on that facing side of the building...
Em thinks I'm crazy and says SHE'S going to chuck it down the garbage chute at the next opportunity. Spoilsport. I want to see it fly out the 7th floor window of Hibbard and watch it explode upon the sidewalk far below (I'd say Penthouse, but the 8th floor windows don't open)
We could even cart it up to Towers and toss it off a 10TH floor window up THERE, but she says no. Better clean and disposed of than someone on the ground below suing us because they were injured from a flying, rotting pumpkin of death.
Em ruins all my fun. (Sigh in text form)
Gotta go. God calls me to his presence again. I have not been good this week...:)
Cheers,
Bec
I won't be eating the Lime Shrimp Ramen again. Ever. I'm still trying to get the smell out of here (ah, the smell of industrial waste in the morning...toxic chemicals to knock my boring old human genetics out the window and turn me into the next Peter Petrelli. Or give me three arms. It'd be a talking point, anyway.)
On the other fronts, our Halloween pumpkin out front ain't gonna make it to Halloween. It's moldy and has become a health hazard, especially if it stays where it is for too much longer.
I have all kinds of ideas for getting rid of it. I say we should chuck it off the side of one of the buildings and watch it fly, or even the bridge. We'd probably get arrested for some silly violation, but it'd be fun.
Can you imagine: Me in jail for chucking a pumpkin into the river...
Here's an idea: We should get a CATAPULT and launch it over the river at Haas Fine Arts; watch it go whizzing over the treetops and then SPLORT right on that facing side of the building...
Em thinks I'm crazy and says SHE'S going to chuck it down the garbage chute at the next opportunity. Spoilsport. I want to see it fly out the 7th floor window of Hibbard and watch it explode upon the sidewalk far below (I'd say Penthouse, but the 8th floor windows don't open)
We could even cart it up to Towers and toss it off a 10TH floor window up THERE, but she says no. Better clean and disposed of than someone on the ground below suing us because they were injured from a flying, rotting pumpkin of death.
Em ruins all my fun. (Sigh in text form)
Gotta go. God calls me to his presence again. I have not been good this week...:)
Cheers,
Bec
27.10.07
Saturday Night.
I baked a cake with Cassie. Fun times, fun times. We hung out and played music and baked.
She knows I'll never be the one eating the cake thanks to my rebellion against a sugared society (I don't need it, so why should I indulge? I eat a little bit, but not as much as a lot of people I know. The high amount of sugar our country consumes is at least half the reason why everyone's supposedly overweight. Lay off the cookies, fudge, cake, and SODA, and we'd all be a lot better off.)
But that's my opinion!
I still have to finish my &%^$)+ paper (those random punctuation marks are MEANT with all the anger I can muster up this late at night). I hope I pass this class because I absolutely, posilutely hate this paper already and I'm not even half-done with the thing.
It's not that I can't write it; it's that I can't concentrate on it LONG enough to really set down to work. I even unplugged my Internet cable from my computer so I couldn't go and look anything up online while I was trying to finish it. It worked for about 10 minutes.
It's due Tuesday. I'm going to need divine help...from any god who wants to help. I'd even welcome a little help from Brahma...the Buddha...the most recent incarnation of the Dalai Lama...anyone who knows ANYTHING about the theory of violence in war and peace.
More than likely tomorrow I won't get anything done, either. Church and then my Secret Mission (in case Mom does know about my blog and IS reading this) I may not get back here until late. I'll try, but there be no saving me from a desperate Monday full of attempts to finish the $%#% paper from hell.
Gotta go have some fun before I have to work on it again.
Cheers,
Bec
She knows I'll never be the one eating the cake thanks to my rebellion against a sugared society (I don't need it, so why should I indulge? I eat a little bit, but not as much as a lot of people I know. The high amount of sugar our country consumes is at least half the reason why everyone's supposedly overweight. Lay off the cookies, fudge, cake, and SODA, and we'd all be a lot better off.)
But that's my opinion!
I still have to finish my &%^$)+ paper (those random punctuation marks are MEANT with all the anger I can muster up this late at night). I hope I pass this class because I absolutely, posilutely hate this paper already and I'm not even half-done with the thing.
It's not that I can't write it; it's that I can't concentrate on it LONG enough to really set down to work. I even unplugged my Internet cable from my computer so I couldn't go and look anything up online while I was trying to finish it. It worked for about 10 minutes.
It's due Tuesday. I'm going to need divine help...from any god who wants to help. I'd even welcome a little help from Brahma...the Buddha...the most recent incarnation of the Dalai Lama...anyone who knows ANYTHING about the theory of violence in war and peace.
More than likely tomorrow I won't get anything done, either. Church and then my Secret Mission (in case Mom does know about my blog and IS reading this) I may not get back here until late. I'll try, but there be no saving me from a desperate Monday full of attempts to finish the $%#% paper from hell.
Gotta go have some fun before I have to work on it again.
Cheers,
Bec
26.10.07
Pip, Pip. Friday Has Come And Gone.
I really should have called my mother today.
I really should get working on my homework.
I'm bored.
This is the situation: I have an hour left before I get off of work. No one's EVER in the library on Friday nights, because, hey, It's. The. Weekend. Already.
So no one is here, but just because we got sound on the computers this week DOES NOT mean I can plug them in and happily listen to Map of The Problematique. Oh, no, no. Because those who are in the library need my help and assistance.
I'm going to wind up doing it anyway. You know I will. Just one little song...and then three...
Stargate starts in an hour. GLEE! New alien races give me a buzz akin to that of alcohol. If only I knew what that kind of buzz WAS...
All the reasons WHY I shouldn't be listening to that song are being beaten down as I think. All the reasons why I should are being brought into my willing thoughts. I really want to listen to that song.
Going to get pills tomorrow (the joyousness of getting medication! Rapture! Elation! Especially when I don't think the stuff is working anyway!)
Yup, there goes my right hand, on the mouse, going to click the link and make the Internet pop up a new window so I can find that "Live At Abbey Road" clip of "Map of the Problematique." Shame, shame, shame...
It's right there. Temptation is two clicks away...Matthew, I hear your dulcet tones. I come to thee...
(Okay, that was a little overly dramatic.)
I am very, very, very bad. Bad, bad, bad. The patrons NEED me to be AWARE at ALL TIMES. What will they do if I'm not paying attention?
Kong doesn't care either way. He's the person who works with me, and he is currently busy ripping his shoelace to pieces with a paperclip. Says he has a knot in it. I don't have long shoelaces to trip over anymore, seeing as I switched to curly ones that I don't need to tie today (my bad hands thank me kindly.)
I'm going to zone out now. Right...about...NOW...
Cheers,
Bec
I really should get working on my homework.
I'm bored.
This is the situation: I have an hour left before I get off of work. No one's EVER in the library on Friday nights, because, hey, It's. The. Weekend. Already.
So no one is here, but just because we got sound on the computers this week DOES NOT mean I can plug them in and happily listen to Map of The Problematique. Oh, no, no. Because those who are in the library need my help and assistance.
I'm going to wind up doing it anyway. You know I will. Just one little song...and then three...
Stargate starts in an hour. GLEE! New alien races give me a buzz akin to that of alcohol. If only I knew what that kind of buzz WAS...
All the reasons WHY I shouldn't be listening to that song are being beaten down as I think. All the reasons why I should are being brought into my willing thoughts. I really want to listen to that song.
Going to get pills tomorrow (the joyousness of getting medication! Rapture! Elation! Especially when I don't think the stuff is working anyway!)
Yup, there goes my right hand, on the mouse, going to click the link and make the Internet pop up a new window so I can find that "Live At Abbey Road" clip of "Map of the Problematique." Shame, shame, shame...
It's right there. Temptation is two clicks away...Matthew, I hear your dulcet tones. I come to thee...
(Okay, that was a little overly dramatic.)
I am very, very, very bad. Bad, bad, bad. The patrons NEED me to be AWARE at ALL TIMES. What will they do if I'm not paying attention?
Kong doesn't care either way. He's the person who works with me, and he is currently busy ripping his shoelace to pieces with a paperclip. Says he has a knot in it. I don't have long shoelaces to trip over anymore, seeing as I switched to curly ones that I don't need to tie today (my bad hands thank me kindly.)
I'm going to zone out now. Right...about...NOW...
Cheers,
Bec
25.10.07
This is A LOOONG Entry.
Life is mostly good.
Though the hands and the knees fail me, my feminine charms are NOT DEAD. This will be a great relief to all those who thought that these charms were A) non existent B) dead or C) shut off and unable to be restarted.
Ah, but I still have somebody looking at me, and while most girls would be unhappy to be ogled in the way that I have been today, I’m positively gleeful. For There Is HOPE!
Today wasn’t an easy day by any means. There was lots to do and not one bit of my theory paper was finished today, but it’s now due Tuesday so I have a bit more time to work on it. Good thing, too-I’m going to need that time.
I have one class and one shift at work tomorrow and then ATLANTIS! Joyousness and happy am I! For tomorrow Sheppard will get ANOTHER woman after a year of being lonely. He’s such a player. In four years, he has outstripped Jack O’Neill in having ladies-and Jack was around TWICE as long as he has been. He keeps going at this astounding pace and he’ll even outshine Kirk from Trek. And then who will we compare him to? Dr. Who?
I do realize that guys in real life aren’t like this. I mean, if they were we’d all be worshipping at their feet and batting our eyelashes (eygh). But I like having someone paying me a bit of attention-I get passed over for other people so often, either cause I’m loud (yeah), clumsy (uh-huh), and MAYBE, maybe just a tad weird. I mean, I just spent an hour breaking down a scene in which I, unfortunately, had to weaken the female character in order to get her back to sanity, and I know galdarn well that this little incident is going to get the feminists hounding me for weakening the woman in the story.
Never mind the fact that she kicked my MALE character around the training yard in one of her first scenes. Never mind that she saved his life repeatedly. I had to put her in the position I did because I wanted her to have her weak moment, too, just like Tiernan did earlier in the book. I had to bring her to the brink of death to bring her back into the story.
They’ll still rip me. I just plain don’t care that much. Writers are supposed to offend SOMEBODY, anyway. It’s in our natures.
Meanwhile, the Muse love goes on. There are other people on campus who are fans, too, and now I’m meeting some of them. It’s nice to have those who understand WHY we like a dark-haired short guy who screams and wails with a guitar AND a piano. His drummer is a smiling, slightly insane man who hits things all day long (surprisingly calm. Betcha the aggression goes away when you’re hitting things) and his bassist can keep up with him, which is more than I can say for ME. There are some seriously whacked out drum beats that I seriously CANNOT understand. And the guitars just adds to the confusion. I don't know what kind of wonderful technical doodads are on those guitars he uses (little light-up scratch pad things,) but what the hey.
Never mind they’re all geniuses at whatever the hell they’re trying to do. It SOUNDS good to ME.
I bet Matt Bellamy wails like a banshee on the next album and I fall all over myself in happy ecstasy. It’s that kind of band.
Wow, is this sucker long. I should probably wrap this up now and talk more tomorrow when my fingers aren't yelling at me for typing four pages of stuff tonight. Bad little me.
Cheers,
Bec
24.10.07
So, sorry. Crashed Early...
I was tired last night from all the theory-ness, so I crashed early. Brandon, my rotten, no-good, two-timing ex, apparently decided NOT to show up for watching Court Jester like he said he would, so all my homework is done for the next two days. I figured if he was planning on making me waste my time he was damn wrong. I got everything else done whilst being mad. :)
My Theory paper is now not due till next Tuesday...which means I'll be working a bit less on it today than if the thing was due on Friday like it had been. Half of why my homework for today and tomorrow is all finished.
My transcripts are in!
What else? Today's going to be cold...must wear gloves.
My life is really, really boring at the moment. I think today's going to be long and utterly dull.
UPDATE: SQEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ATLANTIS RENEWED FOR A FIFTH SEASON! Here, read, read...http://www.syfyportal.com/news424345.html
JOYous! joyOUS!
AM I GIDDY?
YES I AM!
AM I INSANE?
QUITE POSSIBLY!
AM I JUST ABOUT EXPLODING WITH THE JOY AND THE RAPTURE?
YOU BET YOUR RUMBLEBUTTONS I AM!
Cheers,
Bec
My Theory paper is now not due till next Tuesday...which means I'll be working a bit less on it today than if the thing was due on Friday like it had been. Half of why my homework for today and tomorrow is all finished.
My transcripts are in!
What else? Today's going to be cold...must wear gloves.
My life is really, really boring at the moment. I think today's going to be long and utterly dull.
UPDATE: SQEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ATLANTIS RENEWED FOR A FIFTH SEASON! Here, read, read...http://www.syfyportal.com/news424345.html
JOYous! joyOUS!
AM I GIDDY?
YES I AM!
AM I INSANE?
QUITE POSSIBLY!
AM I JUST ABOUT EXPLODING WITH THE JOY AND THE RAPTURE?
YOU BET YOUR RUMBLEBUTTONS I AM!
Cheers,
Bec
22.10.07
21 1/2...
YAY! It's my half-birthday today! I think I'll have cake for dinner tonight, just so I can say I celebrated it.
I am currently not getting anything done. Haven't all day, really. This laziness thing is going to come and smack me in the face tomorrow when I have all this stuff to do and I'm lazing around watching music videos today. I am really, really going to wish I'd finished something, at least...
But it's my half-birthday, so screw it. SCREW. IT. I'm on the 2nd half of my 21st year, and my knees and everything don't hurt today (well, much. Enough I can ignore it)
Math tonight. It's done-was yesterday so I could work on my Theory paper today. HA. More than likely I'll be writing the little bastard at the last possible second to try and get it in...
There's actually some honest-to-goodness BLUE sky outside today. Not much, but SOME. Some is a good thing, anyway. It's nice to not have gray all the time.
Heroes tonight, too. Please God, let Pete have his shirt off this week...it's my half-birthday...I deserve it...
Still deciding if Einin is going to suffer and die...at least she can't end up like Jada in Isolde Diaries. I ripped Jada right out of the plot when I realized she wasn't going to do anything but stand around, tap her feet, and occasionally snuggle up to Ixora.
When I dumped her by the side of the story, suddenly things began to fit in a way that they never had before. Suddenly Ixora was in love with Isolde, and so was his hated younger brother-and Isolde was caught in between the two of them, trying to keep them both from killing each other.
I actually bothered to apologize to Jada in the dedications-she was a nasty piece of work, but she would have been fun to actually write. Bitchfights between her and Isolde would have been entertaining, to say the least...
Ah, I'm off-topic again. What was I talking about? Ah, yes...Pete with his shirt off...the joy, the rapture...me and my dark-haired guy obsession.
Let's make a LIST! Of dark-haired famous guys I, at least, like to look at.
Tom Cruise-nuts, married, but who the hell cares? Two words: Top Gun.
Keanu Reeves-A little too pale, but he was great in Matrix.
Jared Leto-He can sing, scream, AND act. Requiem for a Dream, anyone? That scene with the arm near the end of the movie still makes me just...
Milo Ventimiglia-I couldn't take my EYES off that Fergie video this summer. I'd turn it on mute just so I could watch him without having to hear the stupid song. Even if the tattoos WERE fake...
Joe Flanigan-Best looking team leader I've ever seen. Love Atlantis...
That other guy from 30 Seconds To Mars who's not a Leto-He's nice-looking.
Orlando Bloom-Joy!
Taye Diggs or Mos Def, whichever you prefer. They're both pretty damn good. And seeing as neither of them have ANY hair, they shouldn't be on this list. To those who naysay me, I declare, frell off.
Dougray Scott-Hel-LO. Ever After as the dashing Prince Henry. Almost fell OFF my chair...
And last, but not least by ANY means...you knew he was coming, you just didn't know where...
MATT BELLAMY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! He may be skinny, he may be crazy, he may be kind of short, but watching him swing his guitar is like...there's no description. I can't. He just defies any kind of words...
Ooh, gotta stop writing guys in here and go to dinner (responsibilities? Yes, I have them. Want a couple?)
Cheers,
Bec
I am currently not getting anything done. Haven't all day, really. This laziness thing is going to come and smack me in the face tomorrow when I have all this stuff to do and I'm lazing around watching music videos today. I am really, really going to wish I'd finished something, at least...
But it's my half-birthday, so screw it. SCREW. IT. I'm on the 2nd half of my 21st year, and my knees and everything don't hurt today (well, much. Enough I can ignore it)
Math tonight. It's done-was yesterday so I could work on my Theory paper today. HA. More than likely I'll be writing the little bastard at the last possible second to try and get it in...
There's actually some honest-to-goodness BLUE sky outside today. Not much, but SOME. Some is a good thing, anyway. It's nice to not have gray all the time.
Heroes tonight, too. Please God, let Pete have his shirt off this week...it's my half-birthday...I deserve it...
Still deciding if Einin is going to suffer and die...at least she can't end up like Jada in Isolde Diaries. I ripped Jada right out of the plot when I realized she wasn't going to do anything but stand around, tap her feet, and occasionally snuggle up to Ixora.
When I dumped her by the side of the story, suddenly things began to fit in a way that they never had before. Suddenly Ixora was in love with Isolde, and so was his hated younger brother-and Isolde was caught in between the two of them, trying to keep them both from killing each other.
I actually bothered to apologize to Jada in the dedications-she was a nasty piece of work, but she would have been fun to actually write. Bitchfights between her and Isolde would have been entertaining, to say the least...
Ah, I'm off-topic again. What was I talking about? Ah, yes...Pete with his shirt off...the joy, the rapture...me and my dark-haired guy obsession.
Let's make a LIST! Of dark-haired famous guys I, at least, like to look at.
Tom Cruise-nuts, married, but who the hell cares? Two words: Top Gun.
Keanu Reeves-A little too pale, but he was great in Matrix.
Jared Leto-He can sing, scream, AND act. Requiem for a Dream, anyone? That scene with the arm near the end of the movie still makes me just...
Milo Ventimiglia-I couldn't take my EYES off that Fergie video this summer. I'd turn it on mute just so I could watch him without having to hear the stupid song. Even if the tattoos WERE fake...
Joe Flanigan-Best looking team leader I've ever seen. Love Atlantis...
That other guy from 30 Seconds To Mars who's not a Leto-He's nice-looking.
Orlando Bloom-Joy!
Taye Diggs or Mos Def, whichever you prefer. They're both pretty damn good. And seeing as neither of them have ANY hair, they shouldn't be on this list. To those who naysay me, I declare, frell off.
Dougray Scott-Hel-LO. Ever After as the dashing Prince Henry. Almost fell OFF my chair...
And last, but not least by ANY means...you knew he was coming, you just didn't know where...
MATT BELLAMY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! He may be skinny, he may be crazy, he may be kind of short, but watching him swing his guitar is like...there's no description. I can't. He just defies any kind of words...
Ooh, gotta stop writing guys in here and go to dinner (responsibilities? Yes, I have them. Want a couple?)
Cheers,
Bec
21.10.07
Sweet!
I am posting this particular post from my LAPTOP. Isn't technology stupid? I could have done this weeks ago...
Still heavy on the ibuprofen; still wishing it wasn't raining all the time.
Um...my story's been submitted to the class for review. GAH! I hope they like it-I did, but then again, I wrote it, so I'm a bit biased.
What else, what else? Getting closer to a new music DVD because the old new one has serious flaws, such as A) missing Del Amitri. How COULD I have missed "Roll To Me"? I love that song...B) and missing all of The Calling. I have no idea how poor Alex got bumped, but he isn't on that other disc and that I just won't stand for.
Besides the fact that now Muse is getting all of their stuff put on the disc, too, because after I listened to the 20 I had I realized that I couldn't live without the other 40 or so that DIDN'T make it on the first one.
Wrote a scene for "Prince Within" and bawled all the way through writing it. I killed a character. Hey, he was destined to die-that's what I created him for-but STILL. I really felt my poor lead's pain when his best buddy got cut down. I expanded it from the last time I wrote this scene-it took on a new dimension when I actually had Tiernan (lead) dragging Edan (ill-fated character) out of a collapsing castle. Ah, elaboration...
In the middle of an internal debate over whether I should now ax the lead's girlfriend. I just don't let up on this guy. I have bashed him in every way imaginable (killed everyone around him, tortured him, turned him bad, his best bud dies, he dies, comes back and gets bashed some more) but he's still alive despite ME and 5 years of vicious edits.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad are preparing to invade my little world on November 3rd. Mom can't walk long distances so we're already trying to get the wheelchair for her. Problem is, Grandma (her mother-the one that got blown over by the wind) has the wheelchair at the moment and they're going to have to borrow it back. Mom's never SEEN seen the campus, so it'll be nice to walk around and show off that I know absolutely nothing about this place even when I live here.
Well, my battery is down to 84% and I know that 70 will send the power plunging down to the depths of hell. The Internet is taxing my drives and my poor sick battery.
Cheers,
Bec
Still heavy on the ibuprofen; still wishing it wasn't raining all the time.
Um...my story's been submitted to the class for review. GAH! I hope they like it-I did, but then again, I wrote it, so I'm a bit biased.
What else, what else? Getting closer to a new music DVD because the old new one has serious flaws, such as A) missing Del Amitri. How COULD I have missed "Roll To Me"? I love that song...B) and missing all of The Calling. I have no idea how poor Alex got bumped, but he isn't on that other disc and that I just won't stand for.
Besides the fact that now Muse is getting all of their stuff put on the disc, too, because after I listened to the 20 I had I realized that I couldn't live without the other 40 or so that DIDN'T make it on the first one.
Wrote a scene for "Prince Within" and bawled all the way through writing it. I killed a character. Hey, he was destined to die-that's what I created him for-but STILL. I really felt my poor lead's pain when his best buddy got cut down. I expanded it from the last time I wrote this scene-it took on a new dimension when I actually had Tiernan (lead) dragging Edan (ill-fated character) out of a collapsing castle. Ah, elaboration...
In the middle of an internal debate over whether I should now ax the lead's girlfriend. I just don't let up on this guy. I have bashed him in every way imaginable (killed everyone around him, tortured him, turned him bad, his best bud dies, he dies, comes back and gets bashed some more) but he's still alive despite ME and 5 years of vicious edits.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad are preparing to invade my little world on November 3rd. Mom can't walk long distances so we're already trying to get the wheelchair for her. Problem is, Grandma (her mother-the one that got blown over by the wind) has the wheelchair at the moment and they're going to have to borrow it back. Mom's never SEEN seen the campus, so it'll be nice to walk around and show off that I know absolutely nothing about this place even when I live here.
Well, my battery is down to 84% and I know that 70 will send the power plunging down to the depths of hell. The Internet is taxing my drives and my poor sick battery.
Cheers,
Bec
20.10.07
A Day OFF?!?
Yes, people. I have an entire day with which I have no obligations to humanity in general.
That said, I'm going to (gah!) get my homework done, go to Walmart and get my pills, buy some shoelaces...all in a day's work.
Last night's episode of Atlantis was one for the record books-most creepiest episode ever. I don't know whether it was Teyla's stomach exploding while Sheppard looked manically happy or Sheppard burying Ronon alive or the clown in the back of the boat on the ocean...or Rodney and Sheppard getting swallowed by a whale...
Lorne sleepwalks! Sheppard's read "Hitchhiker's Guide!" Keller's worst fear is...Teyla exploding?
Yeah, it was your typically weird night on Atlantis, but good all the same. Seeing Sheppard fight Sheppard I actually cheered for the bad half...and then realized my mistake when he started really wailing on his good self. John Sheppard never hits unless provoked. :)
Can't wait for Heroes on Monday. I bet they won't have clowns OR whales.
Cheers,
Bec
That said, I'm going to (gah!) get my homework done, go to Walmart and get my pills, buy some shoelaces...all in a day's work.
Last night's episode of Atlantis was one for the record books-most creepiest episode ever. I don't know whether it was Teyla's stomach exploding while Sheppard looked manically happy or Sheppard burying Ronon alive or the clown in the back of the boat on the ocean...or Rodney and Sheppard getting swallowed by a whale...
Lorne sleepwalks! Sheppard's read "Hitchhiker's Guide!" Keller's worst fear is...Teyla exploding?
Yeah, it was your typically weird night on Atlantis, but good all the same. Seeing Sheppard fight Sheppard I actually cheered for the bad half...and then realized my mistake when he started really wailing on his good self. John Sheppard never hits unless provoked. :)
Can't wait for Heroes on Monday. I bet they won't have clowns OR whales.
Cheers,
Bec
18.10.07
Yay. Thursday.
After dragging myself around for 12 hours and doing everything I think needed to be done, I am declaring that I have never, never, never gotten the hang of Thursdays.
My knee was STILL as bad as yesterday, so I decided what the hey. Start out the day on painkillers and see how it goes. If the leg still hurts at 10 when I get done with work, go with the knee brace.
So I did. And I had to. Despite the fact that I HATE that knee brace and only wear it under certain circumstances like today. I hate it because it rides up on my calf with all the wrinkly stuff in the back of it, it poufs my kneecap up so all the whatever-the-hell's-the-matter-with-it-NOW is all pushed up in one place, and it pulls all the time.
It didn't help my limp much, but it's supposed to give the knee a little rest so that I can make it through the day without throwing it all in the trash and saying forget it. Which I nearly did anyway.
I'm going to lay around this weekend and do as little as possible. If I can't get the pain to quit by Monday I'm calling Student Health Services and asking them if I should haul the crutches out of the closet. I'll call my mother too, while I'm at it. I'm not going on crutches unless EVERYONE else tells me to UNEQUIVOCALLY. Because I hate the crutches even more than the brace. Mostly because it makes me ENTIRELY visible instead of with just a limp. And it chafes my armpits. And I pull muscles, and my hands already hurt. And...and...there are a bazillion other reasons. I'm overusing my 'and' limit for the day here.
I won't surrender to the curse sticks without a fight (hear me swinging my 'hands don't go there anymore' fists?) It takes me half an hour longer to get anywhere thanks to those horrid things. Let's just hope my knee improves with extended bed rest this weekend.
Or I'm sending up to God for a new body. This one's not working out so well.
Cheerio,
Bec
My knee was STILL as bad as yesterday, so I decided what the hey. Start out the day on painkillers and see how it goes. If the leg still hurts at 10 when I get done with work, go with the knee brace.
So I did. And I had to. Despite the fact that I HATE that knee brace and only wear it under certain circumstances like today. I hate it because it rides up on my calf with all the wrinkly stuff in the back of it, it poufs my kneecap up so all the whatever-the-hell's-the-matter-with-it-NOW is all pushed up in one place, and it pulls all the time.
It didn't help my limp much, but it's supposed to give the knee a little rest so that I can make it through the day without throwing it all in the trash and saying forget it. Which I nearly did anyway.
I'm going to lay around this weekend and do as little as possible. If I can't get the pain to quit by Monday I'm calling Student Health Services and asking them if I should haul the crutches out of the closet. I'll call my mother too, while I'm at it. I'm not going on crutches unless EVERYONE else tells me to UNEQUIVOCALLY. Because I hate the crutches even more than the brace. Mostly because it makes me ENTIRELY visible instead of with just a limp. And it chafes my armpits. And I pull muscles, and my hands already hurt. And...and...there are a bazillion other reasons. I'm overusing my 'and' limit for the day here.
I won't surrender to the curse sticks without a fight (hear me swinging my 'hands don't go there anymore' fists?) It takes me half an hour longer to get anywhere thanks to those horrid things. Let's just hope my knee improves with extended bed rest this weekend.
Or I'm sending up to God for a new body. This one's not working out so well.
Cheerio,
Bec
17.10.07
Yesterday's Entry, With Today's Date
Today was just plain weird (referring to Tuesday, of course.) I called my mother while listening to Map of the Problematique, and getting dressed. I sure know how to multitask.
She told me that Anna got picked for an honors band, and guess the place where they're playing this year?
HERE. Of all the places. So Mom and Dad and Anna are coming to visit the first weekend in November. Surprise!
Mom also got the after-Thanksgiving appointment set up. I really can't figure out how she managed it when I called them 2 1/2 months ago and the doctor wasn't going to be there during the Friday after Thanksgiving.
I also got an odd phonecall from my insurance company. The woman there wanted to know if I had gone to the hospital in Rhinelander on June 18th for a breast biopsy.
Um. That'd be a no. On June 18th I was here, on campus, taking classes. I had just gotten over the flu the week before, but my hands didn't even hurt yet because I hadn't painted anything yet.
I have so little chest. Surely I wouldn't be donating part of it to St. Mary's hospital just so they could charge me money for losing it? The insurance lady and I talked it over, and I denied, of course, that it was me. When the phone call ended, I sat down at my desk and laughed till I cried. Of all the parts on me that AREN'T working right at this moment, my rack (or lack thereof) is behaving itself admirably.
I don't know where the hospital screwed up, because the only person I DO know who has HAD a breast biopsy this year was my maternal grandmother (same one that got knocked over by the wind last week) But she had hers in April or May, HER name is totally different from mine (Lela Sackett-Becca Koshak? BIG mix-up THERE) and she's 84 1/2.
I hope they sort this out. I am NOT paying for a boob job when I didn't even get one. They can have my body as proof of non-treatment.
Today (referring to Wednesday) has been fairly quiet. I have work soon.
Here's hoping we have a state budget soon, or some people won't be going to school next semester. I, of course, am going to be FAR away in England, so I don't think I'll be affected much. They can't cancel my trip just because the entire UW system is shut down...no sirree...
Cheerio,
Bec
She told me that Anna got picked for an honors band, and guess the place where they're playing this year?
HERE. Of all the places. So Mom and Dad and Anna are coming to visit the first weekend in November. Surprise!
Mom also got the after-Thanksgiving appointment set up. I really can't figure out how she managed it when I called them 2 1/2 months ago and the doctor wasn't going to be there during the Friday after Thanksgiving.
I also got an odd phonecall from my insurance company. The woman there wanted to know if I had gone to the hospital in Rhinelander on June 18th for a breast biopsy.
Um. That'd be a no. On June 18th I was here, on campus, taking classes. I had just gotten over the flu the week before, but my hands didn't even hurt yet because I hadn't painted anything yet.
I have so little chest. Surely I wouldn't be donating part of it to St. Mary's hospital just so they could charge me money for losing it? The insurance lady and I talked it over, and I denied, of course, that it was me. When the phone call ended, I sat down at my desk and laughed till I cried. Of all the parts on me that AREN'T working right at this moment, my rack (or lack thereof) is behaving itself admirably.
I don't know where the hospital screwed up, because the only person I DO know who has HAD a breast biopsy this year was my maternal grandmother (same one that got knocked over by the wind last week) But she had hers in April or May, HER name is totally different from mine (Lela Sackett-Becca Koshak? BIG mix-up THERE) and she's 84 1/2.
I hope they sort this out. I am NOT paying for a boob job when I didn't even get one. They can have my body as proof of non-treatment.
Today (referring to Wednesday) has been fairly quiet. I have work soon.
Here's hoping we have a state budget soon, or some people won't be going to school next semester. I, of course, am going to be FAR away in England, so I don't think I'll be affected much. They can't cancel my trip just because the entire UW system is shut down...no sirree...
Cheerio,
Bec
15.10.07
Lots To Say
Tonight I thoroughly smashed my no-meat vow. I actually broke it last week Thursday when all there was was meat pizza at the meeting and I had to take medication and eat something...and then yesterday I had shrimp and lobster with Mom and Dad at the restaurant, and leftovers this morning...and then about three things with meat tonight. I have jumped the tofu truck for more protein pastures. Shame on me.
I didn't say much about Isolde Diaries yesterday even though I wanted to, so for those who were bewildered by my previous entry, here's some clarification:
I have written three big stories in my life so far-Eemeda, Darren Marcus, and Isolde. They were considered the big 3 because A) they were big, bigger than anything else I've worked on B) they all had maps of their specific fake countries, which nothing else I was working on ever had C) they were all started while I was in high school and D) they all had a guy in them with dark hair. Huh. Must be authorial preference...
They were all about a year apart in age. Eemeda came first. I wrote 80 pages handwritten, back and front of the pages. I started working on Eemeda as a freshman and a sophomore, and retired it (that means, I stuffed it someplace and vowed not to look at it again) because the work required to fix it would have taken too long. Especially after Darren came along.
Darren was my sophomore year into my junior. I credit this story with teaching me how to type. I've worked on it the most, so it has more maps and diagrams and things to go with it. At this point, I have five years into the blasted thing. For now I have quit working on it because I can't stand looking at it. Hence #3.
Isolde, or Ixora as I've known it by, is the baby of the Big 3. It was written during my senior year, and has mostly been smooth sailing as far as the writing goes. It benefited from me being a little smarter and a little more experienced when I started it, and so it didn't have the kinks and mistakes that the other two stories tended to carry with them (without such kinks, I didn't get held up for A YEAR by a frellin' talking wormhole...you REALLY don't want to know...) I was also willing to take some risks with the structure and the plot that I wouldn't have dared when I was younger.
Case in point: there is not one quotation in the whole thing, not in 30 pages. No dialogue at all, and the reason for this is the structure. The whole thing is journal entries, written as the characters experienced the events. Every character also has their own unique font; their own specific voice. It's a little restraining but not too bad; forces me to write in a way I haven't before.
It was always my dream to get one of these three done; having finished one I'm still sort of reeling from the shock. There's still some minor editing, but the general plotline and the structure are set up and will stay exactly as they are now.
I'M DONE!!!! HA HA HA HA HA!!!
Cheers,
Bec
I didn't say much about Isolde Diaries yesterday even though I wanted to, so for those who were bewildered by my previous entry, here's some clarification:
I have written three big stories in my life so far-Eemeda, Darren Marcus, and Isolde. They were considered the big 3 because A) they were big, bigger than anything else I've worked on B) they all had maps of their specific fake countries, which nothing else I was working on ever had C) they were all started while I was in high school and D) they all had a guy in them with dark hair. Huh. Must be authorial preference...
They were all about a year apart in age. Eemeda came first. I wrote 80 pages handwritten, back and front of the pages. I started working on Eemeda as a freshman and a sophomore, and retired it (that means, I stuffed it someplace and vowed not to look at it again) because the work required to fix it would have taken too long. Especially after Darren came along.
Darren was my sophomore year into my junior. I credit this story with teaching me how to type. I've worked on it the most, so it has more maps and diagrams and things to go with it. At this point, I have five years into the blasted thing. For now I have quit working on it because I can't stand looking at it. Hence #3.
Isolde, or Ixora as I've known it by, is the baby of the Big 3. It was written during my senior year, and has mostly been smooth sailing as far as the writing goes. It benefited from me being a little smarter and a little more experienced when I started it, and so it didn't have the kinks and mistakes that the other two stories tended to carry with them (without such kinks, I didn't get held up for A YEAR by a frellin' talking wormhole...you REALLY don't want to know...) I was also willing to take some risks with the structure and the plot that I wouldn't have dared when I was younger.
Case in point: there is not one quotation in the whole thing, not in 30 pages. No dialogue at all, and the reason for this is the structure. The whole thing is journal entries, written as the characters experienced the events. Every character also has their own unique font; their own specific voice. It's a little restraining but not too bad; forces me to write in a way I haven't before.
It was always my dream to get one of these three done; having finished one I'm still sort of reeling from the shock. There's still some minor editing, but the general plotline and the structure are set up and will stay exactly as they are now.
I'M DONE!!!! HA HA HA HA HA!!!
Cheers,
Bec
14.10.07
Tired
I'm going to make this short because as the title of this entry claims, I'm tired.
Mom and Dad were down today, and while I was happy that they were here (along with the small Napoleonic powermonger known as Poo) it kind of ended on a bad note. Mom apparently has been talking to my rheumatologist up north lately, and told him that my hand pain is no better; that, in fact, things are starting to go bad in not only the already troubled right knee, but the left one is starting to go, too.
This is not a good thing. The medication should be alleviating the swelling and pain at least a bit by now. It's not. Mom is clearly freaking out and now is trying to get me an appointment a month earlier than the one I scheduled in late December. If the medication doesn't work by Thanksgiving I'm going to have to start on something else to try and stop this thing.
I feel, at this moment, like I am one small fly on the front of a speeding bullet train to hell. Whether I can flip myself off the front of it and wind up in the slipstream is beyond me.
Mom's worrying has got me doing it, too, and the last thing I need is more worry that the medication I have been faithfully taking for almost two months isn't doing a bloody thing. I already had fears; she just confirmed them.
I just need a good night's rest and I can start all over again wondering if everything I'm doing is worth kumquats.
On a far happier note, I finished The Isolde Diaries today and immediately discovered 89 million mistakes when I printed off a copy. This always happens. I'll edit, reprint, and find 6 more...
Cheers,
Bec
Mom and Dad were down today, and while I was happy that they were here (along with the small Napoleonic powermonger known as Poo) it kind of ended on a bad note. Mom apparently has been talking to my rheumatologist up north lately, and told him that my hand pain is no better; that, in fact, things are starting to go bad in not only the already troubled right knee, but the left one is starting to go, too.
This is not a good thing. The medication should be alleviating the swelling and pain at least a bit by now. It's not. Mom is clearly freaking out and now is trying to get me an appointment a month earlier than the one I scheduled in late December. If the medication doesn't work by Thanksgiving I'm going to have to start on something else to try and stop this thing.
I feel, at this moment, like I am one small fly on the front of a speeding bullet train to hell. Whether I can flip myself off the front of it and wind up in the slipstream is beyond me.
Mom's worrying has got me doing it, too, and the last thing I need is more worry that the medication I have been faithfully taking for almost two months isn't doing a bloody thing. I already had fears; she just confirmed them.
I just need a good night's rest and I can start all over again wondering if everything I'm doing is worth kumquats.
On a far happier note, I finished The Isolde Diaries today and immediately discovered 89 million mistakes when I printed off a copy. This always happens. I'll edit, reprint, and find 6 more...
Cheers,
Bec
13.10.07
Bad D Movie Sequels...
There's something to be said for cheap, stupid, raunchy sequels of movies that never should have been made in the first place. And the sequels, I often notice, rehash the plot line from the first movie only worse, because now for some reason you've decided that a repeat was something to see...
Case in point: Psycho Printer Part 2: The Rise of the Killer Cartridges.
So there I am, attempting printoff of the same type of sheet from last week...for the same person as last week. The printer is mysteriously off again. I turn it on, wait several moments...the printer goes to print...and...and...
AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!
IT DID IT AGAIN.
AGAIN?
AGAIN!
Exact same scenario as last week: for some reason, the printer begins throwing out pages thoroughly covered with Wingding's fevered ravings. But this time, I shut it off before it spit more than about 5 or 6 of them.
This printer is just dying to have its little circuits ripped out by a frustrated desk worker. What the hell is the matter with this thing? Does it WANT to be sent back to the factory from whence it came?
No doubt Steve will come in and blame the computer again. If the two of them don't communicate soon, they're headed for a permanent separation (we don't say the "d" word around here-it makes the other computers nervous)
Meanwhile, been busy. Ronon met up with some of his friends on Stargate Atlantis last night, and he met Sam. I hope their interaction is a little more friendly next time. First thing he ever says to her is, "You in charge here?" in a tone that suggests he's raring for a fight. Not a good beginning, but Sam's dealt with rude people before. Next time she'll probably wrestle his gun out of his hand and shoot him. This woman has power-she's blown up suns and punched fallen Goa'uld system lords in the face when they got too snarky. She can handle herself :)
Thursday we did the Children's Writing Contest reviews. I can't talk much about what was said, but I do believe some of my fellow English majors should get out of the Freudian puddle before they have a Freudian slip. How you can turn an innocent story about a dolphin into some sort of sexual reference...our fearless leader kept TELLING us to cut it out, but we were all busy laughing too hard.
I do believe we are the most immature bunch of English majors (and other people, who were with the joke but didn't get it like we did) that have ever sat around a table and read little kid's stories.
I'm very glad, however, that the story I wanted to win did. Amputated toes, coconuts, and firing squads...the kid is the next Grisham.
Well, I am working on one of my stories today, so I'd better get back to it. Isolde is waiting to be finished at last.
Cheers,
Bec
Case in point: Psycho Printer Part 2: The Rise of the Killer Cartridges.
So there I am, attempting printoff of the same type of sheet from last week...for the same person as last week. The printer is mysteriously off again. I turn it on, wait several moments...the printer goes to print...and...and...
AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!
IT DID IT AGAIN.
AGAIN?
AGAIN!
Exact same scenario as last week: for some reason, the printer begins throwing out pages thoroughly covered with Wingding's fevered ravings. But this time, I shut it off before it spit more than about 5 or 6 of them.
This printer is just dying to have its little circuits ripped out by a frustrated desk worker. What the hell is the matter with this thing? Does it WANT to be sent back to the factory from whence it came?
No doubt Steve will come in and blame the computer again. If the two of them don't communicate soon, they're headed for a permanent separation (we don't say the "d" word around here-it makes the other computers nervous)
Meanwhile, been busy. Ronon met up with some of his friends on Stargate Atlantis last night, and he met Sam. I hope their interaction is a little more friendly next time. First thing he ever says to her is, "You in charge here?" in a tone that suggests he's raring for a fight. Not a good beginning, but Sam's dealt with rude people before. Next time she'll probably wrestle his gun out of his hand and shoot him. This woman has power-she's blown up suns and punched fallen Goa'uld system lords in the face when they got too snarky. She can handle herself :)
Thursday we did the Children's Writing Contest reviews. I can't talk much about what was said, but I do believe some of my fellow English majors should get out of the Freudian puddle before they have a Freudian slip. How you can turn an innocent story about a dolphin into some sort of sexual reference...our fearless leader kept TELLING us to cut it out, but we were all busy laughing too hard.
I do believe we are the most immature bunch of English majors (and other people, who were with the joke but didn't get it like we did) that have ever sat around a table and read little kid's stories.
I'm very glad, however, that the story I wanted to win did. Amputated toes, coconuts, and firing squads...the kid is the next Grisham.
Well, I am working on one of my stories today, so I'd better get back to it. Isolde is waiting to be finished at last.
Cheers,
Bec
11.10.07
Yay, Thursday!
Today was fun at the library. There's this guy I work with...well, you do the math. I'm going to leave it in the 'platonic snarktastic' phase we're in and not push the issue. We'll see how it goes.
Meanwhile, one class cancelled today so I only have the one, and I have plenty to do for it. I should get working on it...and soon...
I know that by the time this post has been up a couple of hours, Cassie will be writing on my door asking WHO I'm talking about in the first paragraph...nuh-uh. Wild horses won't get me to tell :)
Also in the midst of arguing with Brandon over whether Candace from Heroes is dead or not...I say no and he says yes. Just because Sylar bonked her with a "Have a Nice Day" mug doesn't mean she's dead-illusions are powerful things.
I have this gut instinct I'm right. Last year on the whole "Claire is Nathan's kid" theory he tried to shoot me down and HA he was wrong, so we'll see about this. He'll be cussing out my big brain before not too long...
Well, homework to do!
Cheers,
Bec
Meanwhile, one class cancelled today so I only have the one, and I have plenty to do for it. I should get working on it...and soon...
I know that by the time this post has been up a couple of hours, Cassie will be writing on my door asking WHO I'm talking about in the first paragraph...nuh-uh. Wild horses won't get me to tell :)
Also in the midst of arguing with Brandon over whether Candace from Heroes is dead or not...I say no and he says yes. Just because Sylar bonked her with a "Have a Nice Day" mug doesn't mean she's dead-illusions are powerful things.
I have this gut instinct I'm right. Last year on the whole "Claire is Nathan's kid" theory he tried to shoot me down and HA he was wrong, so we'll see about this. He'll be cussing out my big brain before not too long...
Well, homework to do!
Cheers,
Bec
10.10.07
Yeah, I Know
I didn't write yesterday. I know. I was kind of tired last night and figured I'd get in to this whole thing this morning. So here I am.
First off, got a flu shot yesterday. Thought it was a simple jab in the arm, only to find out that the shot is supposed to give you a mild case of it. Case in point: my body hurts like a b@tch this morning. Feels like I pulled all my muscles skiing again...
My maternal grandmother freaked us all out yesterday when the wind knocked her over at the grocery store. Apparently the only injury is a broken pelvis-lucky her, considering she's 84 1/2 years old. She'll apparently spend a few days under observation and then go home.
It's getting cold here-cold enough that people are starting to wear their coats outside. We had nearly 90 on Sunday. Three days later, we're at 40. I can barely keep up with this...
Not much else going on-I'm going to eat soon and take a painkiller so that I don't kill someone else today. Especially if they bap me in the arm where I got the shot...
Cheers,
Bec
First off, got a flu shot yesterday. Thought it was a simple jab in the arm, only to find out that the shot is supposed to give you a mild case of it. Case in point: my body hurts like a b@tch this morning. Feels like I pulled all my muscles skiing again...
My maternal grandmother freaked us all out yesterday when the wind knocked her over at the grocery store. Apparently the only injury is a broken pelvis-lucky her, considering she's 84 1/2 years old. She'll apparently spend a few days under observation and then go home.
It's getting cold here-cold enough that people are starting to wear their coats outside. We had nearly 90 on Sunday. Three days later, we're at 40. I can barely keep up with this...
Not much else going on-I'm going to eat soon and take a painkiller so that I don't kill someone else today. Especially if they bap me in the arm where I got the shot...
Cheers,
Bec
8.10.07
Monday
When you're me, and me likes to get regular bouts of the thing they call 'sleep', you often get messed up if you're up late and don't get it. Case in point: I went to bed at 1:15 this morning and my stupid internal clock thought I WANTED to be woken up at 7:45 this morning.
I usually get the full 8 hour gig, so with 6 1/2 you'd think I'd be a little tired, but fine. WRONG. Losing even a small amount, my muscle coordination is all screwed up, I can't spell, I feel like I'm in a fog, and forget it if you want me to actually pay attention to anything. Especially math.
Oh, was math fun tonight. That poor professor couldn't get me to focus on it even if he had bribed me (which I gladly would have taken.) I was all over the place.
And the muscle coordination? Lucky I'm even walking straight. I dropped my strudel on the cafeteria floor tonight, thanks to a little thing called 'my arm bent the wrong way with the tray and the strudel flew.'
Unfortunately for my strudel, it was never meant to fly. It went SPLAT. If I hadn't leaped back (with a resounding WHOOP, meaning 'damn, there goes my strudel',) I would have had strudelled shoes, which is a very bad thing.
On other fronts, watched Heroes and was reminded why the hell I watch it when West and Mr. Bennet's 'former relationship' was revealed. West was a 'bag and tag' from Bennet's worse days...and now Claire knows about it. And she's pissed at her adoptive daddy AGAIN (ha ha :) LOVE to see how it pans out.
Oh, and there's a painting of Bennet with a bullet in the eye, dead as a doorknob. Last one in the series of 8 Issac painted before he got ksshed by Sylar. Usually these painting things come true, so I think Noah may be actually getting that hunk of metal thrown at him...
Sylar could be anyone now, except that something's not right with his powers and he can't do anything but moan and complain about his chest (something to be said for 8 surgeries to his chest from samurai sword damage. And the guy's STILL alive!) But it's nice to see the bad guy disabled, at least for the moment.
Pete was cute, as usual. Threw a truck and the British dude from Trek Enterprise against the wall tonight. Yay, Pete!
And finally, because my concentration is shot, congratulations to David Hewlett (Rodney McKay from my favorite show, Stargate Atlantis) and his wife Jane. 18 days after his due date, their son has shown up on the planet. Finally. They named him Sebastian Flynn.
And just when the happy news was spreading across the world of Stargatedom, David Hewlett's website has been shut down. Sure it will be back up in no time and promptly be crashed by all of us trying to congratulate him and see a photo of him, the dog, and the baby sleeping soundly on the couch together.
After yesterday, a little happiness is needed. Mom says everybody up in the area is a little freaked. Not surprising.
Well, Cassie's getting angry that I'm writing a novel instead of posting this bad boy, so here it ends.
Cheers,
Bec
I usually get the full 8 hour gig, so with 6 1/2 you'd think I'd be a little tired, but fine. WRONG. Losing even a small amount, my muscle coordination is all screwed up, I can't spell, I feel like I'm in a fog, and forget it if you want me to actually pay attention to anything. Especially math.
Oh, was math fun tonight. That poor professor couldn't get me to focus on it even if he had bribed me (which I gladly would have taken.) I was all over the place.
And the muscle coordination? Lucky I'm even walking straight. I dropped my strudel on the cafeteria floor tonight, thanks to a little thing called 'my arm bent the wrong way with the tray and the strudel flew.'
Unfortunately for my strudel, it was never meant to fly. It went SPLAT. If I hadn't leaped back (with a resounding WHOOP, meaning 'damn, there goes my strudel',) I would have had strudelled shoes, which is a very bad thing.
On other fronts, watched Heroes and was reminded why the hell I watch it when West and Mr. Bennet's 'former relationship' was revealed. West was a 'bag and tag' from Bennet's worse days...and now Claire knows about it. And she's pissed at her adoptive daddy AGAIN (ha ha :) LOVE to see how it pans out.
Oh, and there's a painting of Bennet with a bullet in the eye, dead as a doorknob. Last one in the series of 8 Issac painted before he got ksshed by Sylar. Usually these painting things come true, so I think Noah may be actually getting that hunk of metal thrown at him...
Sylar could be anyone now, except that something's not right with his powers and he can't do anything but moan and complain about his chest (something to be said for 8 surgeries to his chest from samurai sword damage. And the guy's STILL alive!) But it's nice to see the bad guy disabled, at least for the moment.
Pete was cute, as usual. Threw a truck and the British dude from Trek Enterprise against the wall tonight. Yay, Pete!
And finally, because my concentration is shot, congratulations to David Hewlett (Rodney McKay from my favorite show, Stargate Atlantis) and his wife Jane. 18 days after his due date, their son has shown up on the planet. Finally. They named him Sebastian Flynn.
And just when the happy news was spreading across the world of Stargatedom, David Hewlett's website has been shut down. Sure it will be back up in no time and promptly be crashed by all of us trying to congratulate him and see a photo of him, the dog, and the baby sleeping soundly on the couch together.
After yesterday, a little happiness is needed. Mom says everybody up in the area is a little freaked. Not surprising.
Well, Cassie's getting angry that I'm writing a novel instead of posting this bad boy, so here it ends.
Cheers,
Bec
7.10.07
Working A Late Shift...
I'm currently filling in for someone, and I'm here till 1 in the morning. Not so bad if you can keep from yawning and prevent your eyes from closing.
Nothing much going on around campus. Everyone who didn't have time to finish their homework this weekend is now scrambling to have it all done before tomorrow morning. They're working like mad over there, but I never found that staying up late to complete something ever did me much good. My brain turned to mush an hour ago; I'm missing letters and misspelling simple words already.
Finished scholarship applications this afternoon! YAY! I finally stopped listening to 'Stockholm Syndrome' long enough to finish it.
On a more serious note, 6 people died today in Crandon, Wisconsin, because an off-duty cop apparently went a little crazy. This story was big enough to make BBC news, even CNN here in the States.
Crandon isn't that far from Rhinelander-it's a 20 or 30 minute drive, and although I've never spent more than a few hours there, I know the type of people that live there. My condolences to the families of the victims and the gunman himself. While CNN may forget you tomorrow, I certainly won't.
Good night,
Bec
Nothing much going on around campus. Everyone who didn't have time to finish their homework this weekend is now scrambling to have it all done before tomorrow morning. They're working like mad over there, but I never found that staying up late to complete something ever did me much good. My brain turned to mush an hour ago; I'm missing letters and misspelling simple words already.
Finished scholarship applications this afternoon! YAY! I finally stopped listening to 'Stockholm Syndrome' long enough to finish it.
On a more serious note, 6 people died today in Crandon, Wisconsin, because an off-duty cop apparently went a little crazy. This story was big enough to make BBC news, even CNN here in the States.
Crandon isn't that far from Rhinelander-it's a 20 or 30 minute drive, and although I've never spent more than a few hours there, I know the type of people that live there. My condolences to the families of the victims and the gunman himself. While CNN may forget you tomorrow, I certainly won't.
Good night,
Bec
6.10.07
Psycho Printer
Today I went to work. Saturdays are usually an uneventful sort of day, and it being Homecoming weekend, I figured it would be the pretty darn quiet.
It was a quiet day as far as patrons go, but technology prevailed over the humans again today.
The printer that's been giving the library circulation staff hell for 6 weeks decided that today would be a good day to go anarchist. This printer is probably no more than a few months old, maybe a year. It also is unique in that in recent weeks, the spawn of Satan has crawled inside of it and made it go crazy.
Every time we try to use it, something else is wrong with it. It won't print. It will print, but only through the other computer ten feet away from it instead of the one above it. It won't print, but smoke issues from under the hood as little demon voices cackle gleefully.
Today it DID print, but not anything you could understand if you don't understand "I'm sick again; check my temperature," in binary.
I turned it on this morning to print something off for a patron, having already sent the document to it. But what to my wondering eyes did appear but an instant 25 sheets of almost nothing, save one line of text on each page full of pernicious Wingding computer language. And the printer wasn't planning on stopping until I turned it off.
It wasn't until two hours later that we discovered the computer above it also refused to print to any printer at all. It didn't even 'see' them anymore. So check-ins could be done there, but not check-outs.
Steve, a man who speaks better binary than yours truly, took a glance at the sheets of what was the equivalent of the printer heaving its guts and said it was probably the computer's fault. Way to lay the blame down! Something apparently wasn't getting communicated from the computer to the printer and the signal was getting garbled.
Sounds like a relationship problem to me. Maybe they need counseling...or reprogramming with an ax.
I have made a picture of said incident. I think it's called "Communication Problems?"
Enjoy the pic, and cheerio,
Bec
It was a quiet day as far as patrons go, but technology prevailed over the humans again today.
The printer that's been giving the library circulation staff hell for 6 weeks decided that today would be a good day to go anarchist. This printer is probably no more than a few months old, maybe a year. It also is unique in that in recent weeks, the spawn of Satan has crawled inside of it and made it go crazy.
Every time we try to use it, something else is wrong with it. It won't print. It will print, but only through the other computer ten feet away from it instead of the one above it. It won't print, but smoke issues from under the hood as little demon voices cackle gleefully.
Today it DID print, but not anything you could understand if you don't understand "I'm sick again; check my temperature," in binary.
I turned it on this morning to print something off for a patron, having already sent the document to it. But what to my wondering eyes did appear but an instant 25 sheets of almost nothing, save one line of text on each page full of pernicious Wingding computer language. And the printer wasn't planning on stopping until I turned it off.
It wasn't until two hours later that we discovered the computer above it also refused to print to any printer at all. It didn't even 'see' them anymore. So check-ins could be done there, but not check-outs.
Steve, a man who speaks better binary than yours truly, took a glance at the sheets of what was the equivalent of the printer heaving its guts and said it was probably the computer's fault. Way to lay the blame down! Something apparently wasn't getting communicated from the computer to the printer and the signal was getting garbled.
Sounds like a relationship problem to me. Maybe they need counseling...or reprogramming with an ax.
I have made a picture of said incident. I think it's called "Communication Problems?"
Enjoy the pic, and cheerio,
Bec
5.10.07
5 Days Later
Today is Day 5 of the "No Meat for A Month" plan. Although the first couple of days without chicken, fish, beef, pork, or any other kind of "if it has eyes I won't eat it" were kind of hard, I think I've gotten into a pattern with this thing. I'm kind of conscious now of what exactly I'm dumping onto my plate. Maybe it'll make me a more conscious eater in future.
It's certainly hard to pass up chicken nuggets and spaghetti, but if they won't take the meatballs out of the sauce then that's not my problem.
If you're asking why I'm doing this at all, it's because I know I'M capable of lasting a month without real meat. Just for the hell of it. I was hardly eating the stuff anyway.
On other meatless fronts, the wireless on my laptop is operational, only three weeks and one day after I bought the thing! Yay! Now that's one less thing to worry about...I was beginning to think I'd never get the stuff working.
At the moment, it's really only being used for the times when I just don't want to sit in the chair and type. It may get to be more frequent-my back has been sort of painful lately, and I'm a little more comfortable parking it up in bed with pillows behind me. I'm just chalking up the body parts that go bunk, in order to give Dr. Kansari a full tally when I see him again after Christmas. Let's see: Fingers, wrists, right elbow, back, right knee...I say toss the parts that don't work and make me bionic so I can leap tall buildings. And fly. And go invisible.
Ah, hell. I just want to be Peter Petrelli...
Cheerio, all.
Bec
It's certainly hard to pass up chicken nuggets and spaghetti, but if they won't take the meatballs out of the sauce then that's not my problem.
If you're asking why I'm doing this at all, it's because I know I'M capable of lasting a month without real meat. Just for the hell of it. I was hardly eating the stuff anyway.
On other meatless fronts, the wireless on my laptop is operational, only three weeks and one day after I bought the thing! Yay! Now that's one less thing to worry about...I was beginning to think I'd never get the stuff working.
At the moment, it's really only being used for the times when I just don't want to sit in the chair and type. It may get to be more frequent-my back has been sort of painful lately, and I'm a little more comfortable parking it up in bed with pillows behind me. I'm just chalking up the body parts that go bunk, in order to give Dr. Kansari a full tally when I see him again after Christmas. Let's see: Fingers, wrists, right elbow, back, right knee...I say toss the parts that don't work and make me bionic so I can leap tall buildings. And fly. And go invisible.
Ah, hell. I just want to be Peter Petrelli...
Cheerio, all.
Bec
4.10.07
Long Day
Today started out at 6:15 and ended about 13 hours later, with hardly a break in between. I worked, I was tutored, I was classed twice, and then I went to a meeting.
Tutoring was the funnest today, thanks to my tutor now actually wanting to teach me today and me not wanting to be there at all. Wonder what it'd be like to be on the same page for once? I personally, just wanted to go and eat something and take painkillers because my hands and right elbow were achy and were protesting being used.
That seemed to be the theme today-I must have wound up writing several pages today, despite them.
On a different tack, I'm not totally sure why I continue to go to church if only one student will talk to me (I've known Lindsey probably since she was about 4 or 5, seeing as we were one year apart in gradeschool.) I know I'm not popular or pretty or anything, but would it really kill them to hang around with me for a bit?
And another thing: I hate this whole Homecoming thing. Hate. It. I am in college; I thought we were all beyond this high school stuff. It's a snarky popular thing, designed, I think, to remind me of what I am not. Does it matter in the grand scheme of things who's popular and who's not? I believe no. I think I'll come out better than a lot of these popular people because A) I started out not pretty-I've got nothing to lose B) I started out a nobody, and obviously that will not change and C) Who's coming out more with their feet on the ground-me or someone with the looks of a Barbie/Ken doll?
I was never even near popular. I was a reject because I had long hair and a beaky nose and glasses. I wrote too much, I was too smart, and I tended to gravitate toward people who were like me. I didn't and don't drive, I have had one boyfriend (didn't work out) and my mother is beginning to believe that she must lie to her own family in order to prove to them that I am not a lesbian (no way, but she's apparently worried about my reputation. Thanks, Mom, for the vote of confidence)
I don't have a problem with others doing this whole popularity snark-go ahead, waste your time. Vote. See who cares in ten years. But leave me out of it entirely.
That said, today was another slog through the fairies. Tomorrow will be easier. One class, one shift at work, I get up at 9 on Saturday and do my thing, and Sunday I go to church and keep up appearances. If I look and smell like a Christian, those who drink booze will leave me alone.
And so will the Christians. :+)
Night,
Bec
Tutoring was the funnest today, thanks to my tutor now actually wanting to teach me today and me not wanting to be there at all. Wonder what it'd be like to be on the same page for once? I personally, just wanted to go and eat something and take painkillers because my hands and right elbow were achy and were protesting being used.
That seemed to be the theme today-I must have wound up writing several pages today, despite them.
On a different tack, I'm not totally sure why I continue to go to church if only one student will talk to me (I've known Lindsey probably since she was about 4 or 5, seeing as we were one year apart in gradeschool.) I know I'm not popular or pretty or anything, but would it really kill them to hang around with me for a bit?
And another thing: I hate this whole Homecoming thing. Hate. It. I am in college; I thought we were all beyond this high school stuff. It's a snarky popular thing, designed, I think, to remind me of what I am not. Does it matter in the grand scheme of things who's popular and who's not? I believe no. I think I'll come out better than a lot of these popular people because A) I started out not pretty-I've got nothing to lose B) I started out a nobody, and obviously that will not change and C) Who's coming out more with their feet on the ground-me or someone with the looks of a Barbie/Ken doll?
I was never even near popular. I was a reject because I had long hair and a beaky nose and glasses. I wrote too much, I was too smart, and I tended to gravitate toward people who were like me. I didn't and don't drive, I have had one boyfriend (didn't work out) and my mother is beginning to believe that she must lie to her own family in order to prove to them that I am not a lesbian (no way, but she's apparently worried about my reputation. Thanks, Mom, for the vote of confidence)
I don't have a problem with others doing this whole popularity snark-go ahead, waste your time. Vote. See who cares in ten years. But leave me out of it entirely.
That said, today was another slog through the fairies. Tomorrow will be easier. One class, one shift at work, I get up at 9 on Saturday and do my thing, and Sunday I go to church and keep up appearances. If I look and smell like a Christian, those who drink booze will leave me alone.
And so will the Christians. :+)
Night,
Bec
2.10.07
Oh, Noah, He Builded An Arky-Arky...But We Need A Canoe...
Things have been getting harder lately since nature's remake of the Flood has apparently arrived on top of us.
4 DAYS OF ENDLESS, PERPETUAL, RAIN.
And I'm not talking drizzly stuff. I'm talking deluge two nights in a row. Wind so hard it shakes the light poles outside.
I want it to end because guess what? My pain is at an all-time scream record. Even ibuprofen isn't knocking it anymore. I'm about to have Mom mail me Vicodin from my lot back home (that's probably illegal. What the hey?)
The sirens were going off over here a few minutes ago, and as always I am left wishing I was in on what was going on. The police were here, again, and the fire trucks again, and some sort of alarm bell was going off over at Administration but Lord knows what was happening.
I just got back from class (yes, I have class till nearly 10 at night) and am wondering what to do with the rest of my night. Hm. Should probably crash soon.
Tired of being here, tired of being here in pain, tired of just plain being here. Cabin fever is setting in and people are starting to act a little crazy. Take Bre's mudslinging fight outside the other night. She came in coated in the stuff, screaming and yelling with a couple of other people.
Mom says that I should take it easy and relax, but she should try living my life for a couple of days and then relaxing during all of THAT insanity.
Sorry about the whining. I'm just tired. Think I'll listen to a calming Muse song (here comes another round of Apocalypse Now and the pounding piano god) and go to bed. I think the rain is picking up again...
Bye,
Bec
4 DAYS OF ENDLESS, PERPETUAL, RAIN.
And I'm not talking drizzly stuff. I'm talking deluge two nights in a row. Wind so hard it shakes the light poles outside.
I want it to end because guess what? My pain is at an all-time scream record. Even ibuprofen isn't knocking it anymore. I'm about to have Mom mail me Vicodin from my lot back home (that's probably illegal. What the hey?)
The sirens were going off over here a few minutes ago, and as always I am left wishing I was in on what was going on. The police were here, again, and the fire trucks again, and some sort of alarm bell was going off over at Administration but Lord knows what was happening.
I just got back from class (yes, I have class till nearly 10 at night) and am wondering what to do with the rest of my night. Hm. Should probably crash soon.
Tired of being here, tired of being here in pain, tired of just plain being here. Cabin fever is setting in and people are starting to act a little crazy. Take Bre's mudslinging fight outside the other night. She came in coated in the stuff, screaming and yelling with a couple of other people.
Mom says that I should take it easy and relax, but she should try living my life for a couple of days and then relaxing during all of THAT insanity.
Sorry about the whining. I'm just tired. Think I'll listen to a calming Muse song (here comes another round of Apocalypse Now and the pounding piano god) and go to bed. I think the rain is picking up again...
Bye,
Bec
1.10.07
Hi!
Sorry about not updating-life has been a little crazy as of late.
First off, the great DVD music burn is pretty much complete. I have all the CD's I want onto a DVD disc, easily transportable to foreign lands, and after wasting several to get to this point, what should I realize but that I mislabeled one song and missed another? And to top it all off, it was a MUSE song I missed, a good Muse song that I really wanted.
I am not reburning it, not unless I have a damn good reason to (say, an entire Muse album to put on there?) It already took three days to get to this point and there is no way I'm going to mess with that right now. Besides the fact that the freeware burner I was using keeps crashing my internet program every time I uninstall it, which makes me have to do all kinds of webslinging acrobatics like Spiderman online.
Speaking of which, it has rained here three days. I'm starting to think England might just be drier. It's not helping me "control my pain," whatever the hell that means. I'm lucky to be walking straight with all the pills I'm downing now. Mom keeps suggesting warm showers, but she doesn't realize that a warm shower takes minutes of mental preparation. You have to really THINK about hopping in there, you can't just HOP there.
On Saturday I went to Walmart. Oh, boy. Take one me with no sense of direction and plunk me out on an errand that should, in reality, take two hours tops. I also don't think. This is why a two-hour errand turned into 4+ hours because I missed my buses getting me places three different times and had to adjust accordingly. And then walk back from the Transfer center with no sense of direction. Luckily I sort of remembered the general direction of campus from said transfer center, wound up taking a random street I had never been on, and wallah, back on campus.
If things had not gone well I would most likely be on the moon someplace.
Heroes tonight (Milo Ventimiglia without a shirt but with muscles, so help me GOD...) and watching Claire cut off her own toe, which I figured she was going to do when I saw camera angles of scissors, foot, foot, scissors. Give away the plot much?
Mohinder saved the Haitian, who went to work at Copy Kingdom, the place where all the Company rejects go. Don't they think hiding in the exact same place together is going to raise a bit of suspicion here?
Atlantis premiered last weekend. Sheppard had a bad day-asteroids, being put in charge, city running out of power, Rodney's defiance in the face of Weir's possible death...but her being turned into a Replicator? Did NOT see that one coming.
Unfortunately Teyla didn't figure big, but I think she's going to get more airtime the more characters they bump off this year. It started out good, I hope it doesn't fizzle.
Well, my hands are telling me it's time to end this one. Here's hoping tomorrow is bright and sunny so I can walk to class like a normal person instead of looking like the walking dead.
Cheerio,
Bec
First off, the great DVD music burn is pretty much complete. I have all the CD's I want onto a DVD disc, easily transportable to foreign lands, and after wasting several to get to this point, what should I realize but that I mislabeled one song and missed another? And to top it all off, it was a MUSE song I missed, a good Muse song that I really wanted.
I am not reburning it, not unless I have a damn good reason to (say, an entire Muse album to put on there?) It already took three days to get to this point and there is no way I'm going to mess with that right now. Besides the fact that the freeware burner I was using keeps crashing my internet program every time I uninstall it, which makes me have to do all kinds of webslinging acrobatics like Spiderman online.
Speaking of which, it has rained here three days. I'm starting to think England might just be drier. It's not helping me "control my pain," whatever the hell that means. I'm lucky to be walking straight with all the pills I'm downing now. Mom keeps suggesting warm showers, but she doesn't realize that a warm shower takes minutes of mental preparation. You have to really THINK about hopping in there, you can't just HOP there.
On Saturday I went to Walmart. Oh, boy. Take one me with no sense of direction and plunk me out on an errand that should, in reality, take two hours tops. I also don't think. This is why a two-hour errand turned into 4+ hours because I missed my buses getting me places three different times and had to adjust accordingly. And then walk back from the Transfer center with no sense of direction. Luckily I sort of remembered the general direction of campus from said transfer center, wound up taking a random street I had never been on, and wallah, back on campus.
If things had not gone well I would most likely be on the moon someplace.
Heroes tonight (Milo Ventimiglia without a shirt but with muscles, so help me GOD...) and watching Claire cut off her own toe, which I figured she was going to do when I saw camera angles of scissors, foot, foot, scissors. Give away the plot much?
Mohinder saved the Haitian, who went to work at Copy Kingdom, the place where all the Company rejects go. Don't they think hiding in the exact same place together is going to raise a bit of suspicion here?
Atlantis premiered last weekend. Sheppard had a bad day-asteroids, being put in charge, city running out of power, Rodney's defiance in the face of Weir's possible death...but her being turned into a Replicator? Did NOT see that one coming.
Unfortunately Teyla didn't figure big, but I think she's going to get more airtime the more characters they bump off this year. It started out good, I hope it doesn't fizzle.
Well, my hands are telling me it's time to end this one. Here's hoping tomorrow is bright and sunny so I can walk to class like a normal person instead of looking like the walking dead.
Cheerio,
Bec
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